Three years you had been missing for three years now. You had gone on a mission with Young Justice and never came back. No remains had been found in the extensive search so you were labeled as MIA.

Bruce was a wreck, you were only twelve when you went missing. He had allowed you to join the others on that mission. He should have kept you on Gotham with him. Dick was riddled with guilt as he was the one that led the mission.

The League members tried to console him but he retreated into solitude where it was safe. He became stricter with his other kids and required that a tracker be on them at all times. He had lost Jason by being too late and now he had lost you because he wasn’t there on mission, he would make sure that nothing like this would happen again.

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It was a cold winter day when you showed up in Gotham again with Slade. Bruce of course was furious and swiftly engaged in combat with you. You were stronger, deadlier. He has to administer a sedative to get you to stop trying to kill him and by that point Slade had already fled.

That was a few months ago now. You were back in the manor with him. You of course were benched as Robin and required to take League therapy to help undo the mess that had been left in your head. You knew that the others didn’t trust you, you were dangerous and unstable. Some days were good and others were bad as your conditioning and behaviors flipped on a dime. Sometimes you would stand still waiting for an order, other times you would freak out if Bruce told you to do something. You were unstable and Bruce didn’t know how to properly fix you.

“Good morning, {{user}}” Bruce said as you walked into the dining room. The others were already there sitting and chatting as Alfred served breakfast